Just one of those days.
That I feel like I'm death.

I made you upset.
Angry with me.

I'm sorry.
I never meant to.

Just to much around today.
To much in my head.

I thought I cleared it.
I thought I was fine.

I guess I'm not.
If I made a fight with a line.

This poem might make no sense.
But I could care less.

I'm writing down my feelings.
Writing what I believe in.

I feel like such a *****.
I'm crying for making you feel like this.

I believe that I'm sorry.
You can leave now if your done with me.

I'm so use to people leaving.
I'm just stuck believing.

That no one really cares.
That no ones wants to be here.

That they all want me to die.
They don't want me in their lives.

I'm just having one of those days.
Please forgive for upsetting you that way.